After I was all zipped up, my mom, girlfriends and I took the elevator from the 4th to 2nd floor. In the elevator, I looked in the mirror, twirled, and said “I’m a bride!” My girlfriends primped me one more time before they disappeared, leaving my mom and I to hang out on the landing while the photographers made sure Ben was in the rotunda for our first look photos.
I’m 99% sure that in the above photo, I’m talking to my mom about her jewelry. My mom’s engagement ring is 1/2 of my paternal grandmother’s eternity band (his brother proposed to his wife with the other half), and too big on my mom’s finger, so she wears it stacked behind her wedding band (when she wears it at all).
I love how both of us have the same look on our faces and the same stance. I guess we’re related :-D